Today I'm not feeling so very well. Hot flashes, agitated, and excruciating pain in mid-upper-back. I don't get sick days, so I just keep on rocking. No need to rush to the doctor to pay a co-pay, achieve nothing, and pick up a virus while I'm there. I will just do the same thing any good doctor would: Guess and use process of elimination by trying different remedies until it just goes away. (I won't be really sure of exactly what it was or what made it go away, but who cares now, it's gone...again, just like any good doctor) I have assed around and not made a new batch of Master Tonic, and I am almost out of my last batch. Making Master Tonic, in my opinion, is not a pleasurable activity. I hate peeling horseradish and ginger, and I know my blender will eventually blow up from processing horseradish. (To hell with shredding that stuff, it's worse on the hands and wrists than one year of Public School - Handwriting...the now useless art...) So today I make my Master Tonic and I am very pleased because the aroma is off the charts strong. My eyes are watering, I am sneezing, I can breath! The entire house reeks of Master Tonic. I wonder though, I never follow the Start on New Moon, Pull on Full Moon, or whatever it is. Is this a bad thing? It seems to be working wonders for me in spite of me ignoring the moon.
I have been so spun out since yesterday afternoon over the harassment situation going on with Cassidy at school. My husband was in the principals office first thing this morning with Cassidy, evidence in hand, case prepared. He is such a life-saver in these cases. "The Female" did two very ugly posts about Cassidy on Facebook, tagged Cassidy in the posts, then de-friended Cassidy, but "The Females" profile is not set to private. I was able to go on this chick's wall and print out both posts and all of the comments, which she basically gave a play-by-play of events that incriminated HERSELF as the aggressor, as well as the threat of yet another confrontation the next day at school...ummm....thanks, "The Female"? Nothing was done except for calling the girls in the office and having them verbally agree to "drop it", which Cassidy had damn well better do, but at least we have the report filed now, so when "The Female" steps out of line, they will come down on her. Mike wants to know why it stresses me out so. Isn't this a part of gaining experience in dealing with people for her, he asks. Ummm, noooo, this is exclusive to Public School (and maybe Jerry Springer), and Public School is nowhere near reality. What Cassidy has learned is how to fight back with the same type of ammunition, and that sucks. I hate to see her wasting her time in the Public School System, but I will support her. I do have to say that Laney's program, Concert Choir, has been a real positive.
I sent the boys outside to the back yard to walk barefoot on the earth today! Me, not feeling so well, sat in the plush, leather, over-sized chair by the window, and found myself turning around often to look out the window and check on them. Every time I moved it made the pain in my back worse, and I thought, "Why is this chair placed NOT facing the window, anyway?" So it turned it around...WOW. Why didn't I think of this before? I can see the birds and the trees and the sky. I can see the kids and the dogs. I placed three beautiful candle holders on the now-visible window ledge, draped my favorite quilt over the chair (the one my Gramma Key made for my Granny Jenkins:), scattered some of my books about, and was thoroughly pleased with myself. This is my chair, my nook, my little corner of the room. Mike was not so impressed..."Are you going to LEAVE it that way?" Um, yes I am. But we should address WHY we feel we need to conform to the standard, common, accepted way of arranging the living room furniture, Mike. We shouldn't merely THINK outside of the box, we should ACT outside of the box, and on a regular basis.
How can I not mention that we had dark green salads with carrots, cucumbers, tomato, bell pepper, and freshly shredded sheep cheese, and grilled Organic Grass-Fed Ribeye Steaks for dinner, followed by Earth Fare Everything Cookies, freshly baked, which I finished off before Mike got one, and blamed it on the kids.
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